You would have been 15, this coming December Lost to natural things beyond my control I hated myself so much that day I was called I was to blame, she said She, who was to be your mother I dreamed of you often Before and…

Beth A. Fleisher Hour 23 Prompt 23:  Write a poem about an imaginary pet or person. The poem can be from your perspective, the perspective of a neutral third party, or from the perspective of the imaginary pet or person themselves.   Perry’s Imaginary Dog…

  A white feather,  Alone  Blowing through a Target parking lot,   In the desert.    A saucy Irishman once told me,  He found them after his sister died. They were stuck in grass, Or doing cartwheels down the road,  Snowflakes from an angel just beyond….

I am made of borrowed words,  Chipped away,  Gifted,  From the strangers I meet each, adding a pleat to the fabric of My life And If I were to live,  Live life in earnest  I would write their story.

Though I may not consume food, not even laying a place for me at the table is just rude, Birthdays ought to be celebrated, suitable gifts and cards to reflect my interests generated, wrapped, labelled and presented, Account ought to be taken of the space…

I thought I might drop in for a bite. A frog or two have you here, my dear? SSSSurely, ssssomething to eat amid these rocks and boxessss! I taste it in the air, but where? May I play with your hair? Let’s just slither over…

When men were at sleep the devil went and sowed destruction into men’s hearts.              These men had stared into the abyss for two long they had evil intent from the beginning and the evil one decided to bring their…

that’s the answer to the question: how do i get through this dreary life without swimming to the bottom of the ocean with an anvil strapped to my leg? how do i justify my own existence when so many others have failed to follow suit?…

If pet imagined, it would be my beloved Godzilla, all healthy bright and bubbly, neon green-y my spirit guide, alebrije perching on my shoulder near watching o’er the others there soothing my worries, healing my fears an acrobat he’d sometimes be run of the house,…

Traditions inspire, bond families, generations creating memories a longing to return to a time, place of some significance or comfort those moments that shape us, our relationships For all the ritual and cookie-cutter nature to family traditions they never remain the same traditions, families change…